(Notes: OC. tw: implied suicide)
1 month post-breakup
*beep*
"Hello, Steve. How are things? I heard you joined the avengers initiative. You guys saved the world. I'm in New York, and I was wondering if you wanted to talk things over, maybe. I've also heard that you have eyes on a certain Russian redhead. Good on you. Yeah. I'm sorry for wasting your time."
*click*
1 year post-breakup
*beep*
"Checked your Facebook, you're dating her. I'm still single. But it's so typical of me to talk about myself. I'm in California, in some bar, so sorry if I slur my words. Remember what we were like before you knew I was in SHIELD? I'm starting to forget. It scares me."
*click*
1 year and 1/2 post-breakup
*beep*
"I just called to say goodbye. I got your private message, so I guess you won't be hearing from me again, ever. I just hope they can get rid of the stains. You know, they say time's supposed to heal you but it ain't done much healing. At least I can say I tried to tell you that I am so, so sorry for lying to you. That and breaking your heart, but it clearly doesn't screw you up anymore. I would say I'm sorry about what I'm going to do, but I'm not."
"Elizabeth-"
"Don't. I can't do this anymore. What I told you, I meant it. I could only handle one more heart break. And it's not Elizabeth. It's Eliza. I guess you've forgotten me, really and truly. Good on you."
"Don't do this. You'll regret it."
"How can I if I'm dead, Steve? How can I?"
"On Facebook, that wasn't me. My account got hacked."
"Why should I trust you this time, Steve? I threw my heart at you, and in return I got heartbreak and addictions and alcoholism. I don't have a job. I don't have any friends. And I don't have a life. If this is what you call a life, life isn't worth living. I can't deal with it anymore."
"Eliza, please. Just come to the tower. I want to talk."
"I've been trying to get you to talk. For the past year and a half, no less. And now you want to talk. Always the hero. Forgive me for not giving a damn. I'm sick and tired of fighting to do every little thing. It's just not worth it anymore. That's why I didn't call last week. I just figured that a voice mail would be my note. Not to make you feel guilty, but to explain. If I told you about SHEILD I knew I'd lose you. You found out. I lost you. God, I hate being right sometimes."
"I'm coming over."
"You don't know where I live."
"Then tell me! Please."
"Why? One reason."
"You loved me."
"Love. It's loved when I'm dead."
*click*
2 years post breakup
*beep*
"Eliza? I just wanted to hear your voice. I'm sorry I ignored your messages. I hope you wake up from the coma soon because they're planning on pulling the life support. Please wake up. I'm sorry."
*click*
3 years post breakup
*beep*
"I'm sorry but this number is no longer in use."
*click*
